Her not-quite-human eyesight catches the movement, but that does nothing to help her slow human reflexes react in time. She tries to pull away, but the grip on her wrist, as light as it is, might as well be an iron shackle.

They've been here before.

"I... I can't," Rae shakes her head, barely-restrained panic in her mind and in her eyes. What could she say? She couldn't send him to other patrons of the bar, setting them in his path instead of her. She's seen the results of such meetings on some of her friends' faces and necks, after having unwillingly sated the vampire's thirst.

"You could... you could try the bar."